Word: skipperly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Team captain Chalmers was high-point skipper in the regatta, gaining first in four of her five races. The girls sailed a triangular course plus a final windward leg in day-long competition...
Thus the Aussie skipper could only say that if there had been practically no wind at all at Newport, R.I., last week, Dame Pattie might have been competition for Bus Mosbacher and the U.S. defender, Intrepid. As it was, the winds ranged from seven to 22 knots, and Pattie lost three straight races by wide margins. On not one single point of sailing did the Australian 12-meter yacht prove superior...
Fair Show, Heavy Odds. Bus Mosbacher once again demonstrated why he is regarded as the best match-racing skipper in the world. Confident and relaxed, he permitted Pattie to cross the starting line first in all three races-meanwhile steering Intrepid to windward, where the breeze was fresher and the going faster. His well-drilled crewmen twice outgamed the Australians in short-tacking duels, and their sail handling was consistently superior...
...week's end it seemed obvious that the U.S. had the better skipper, the better crew-and the better boat. Intrepid knifed cleanly through the 3-ft. to 10-ft. swells while Pattie was hobbyhorsing badly. Intrepid's Dacron and nylon sails also were clearly superior to Pattie's, which were cut from an Australian fab ric called Kadron. The Aussies, who had spent upwards of $750,000 to mount their challenge, were frankly glum. "We just want to get this over with and go home," said Aussie Crewman Billy Burns...
...four Manhattan exhibits. His first book, a diatribe about trends in art and architecture called The Irresponsible Arts, drew mostly critical barbs, but Across the Western Ocean fared better. It consists mostly of the log of two trips in his 47-ft. yawl, Figaro III. In the book, Skipper Snaith, one of the world's top transoceanic sailors, wrote: "We are all swarmy in our many layers of clothing. This morning I thought I smelled a horse. When I turned around to look, there was nobody...